This is the story of you, and Dante, from the capcom game of Devil May Cry. Dante is real, and he's found you, so what happens next? Language, violence, might be lemon later? Some details inside - Important

*Author's Note: Okay, so for those of
you who read the Resident Evil story I had from DestinedShadow, on
quizilla, you'll know that I don't own this story, but have the
permission from the girl who made this, and that I also do not own
the characters. I don't actually know all of the warnings for this
story, so I'm just gonna put them on as I read the chapters.... Oh
yeah, and all I do is edit this story of the many grammatical errors
that Destined Shadow has in her stories.

You
slowly placed the key in the lock with a light yawn. Turning it, you
gently kicked the door open and entered into the pitch dark foyer of
your house. You tucked your hair behind your ear and closed the front
door behind you.

It
was around midnight when you finally came home from your late part
time job. Thank God,
it's Friday, you
thought and placed your coat on the hanger. Slowly, you made your way
upstairs, turning to the left to your parent's room.

"Mom?
Dad?" you whispered as you slowly opened their door. The room
was completely empty, you smirked. "They must be still at that
party..."

You
closed the door and walked down the hall, stretching your arms up
high. You skipped your way downstairs towards the kitchen to get a
bite to eat.

"Good
ol' mom to buy only healthy food," you snarled when looking
through the cupboards, you settled for an apple on the wooden table
instead.

You
washed it in the sink and pierced your teeth into it, savoring the
juicy taste as you began to walk towards the basement. Your parents
wouldn't be home for a few more hours so why not stay up a little
longer?

You
plopped your self down on the computer chair, turning on the
computer. As you waited for the computer to load you rolled in
circles on your chair, entertaining yourself for the time being.

Finally
it turned on and you immediately signed on MSN. You looked through
your online contact list to see it completely empty. You sighed.

"Midnight,
you'd think someone would be on." You rolled your eyes.

You
turned on your chair, scanning the room for something to do until
your eyes set on your beloved treasure, PlayStation 2. You smiled and
slid off your chair, crawling towards the TV, sitting on a wooden TV
stand. You brought your finger to your chin, deciding what game to
choose from.

"Let's
see...beaten...beaten...don't feel like playing...stupid game..."
you answered for each video game your eyes skimmed across. You eyes
then set on Devil May
Cry-the first one. You
bit your lip in thought, then glanced over at Devil
May Cry 3.

"Should
I? Or shouldn't I?" you asked your self, taking the game into
your hands. You hadn't played the Capcom game for over a month. You
were stuck on a certain part, right at the time you had to fight a
boss that you just couldn't beat for some unknown reason, Beowulf.

You
turned on the PS2, opening the plate and placing in the CD of the
video game. Grabbing the controller you scooted your way back from
the TV and sat cross-legged in front of it. The loading screen came
on and soon you were already fighting Beowulf.

"Come
on, you stupid piece of shit!" you said irritably, glancing at
his health meter every so often, checking at how close he was of
dying.

You
were pressing all the buttons, moving the dialog sticks skillfully.
You weren't blinking at all and your focus stayed on one motive,
killing Beowulf. Finally, you succeeded, your heart beat going back
to its original rhythm. You pumped your fist up in triumph and
continued to play the game until you heard your mother.

"___________?
You home?"

"Yeah!
I'm in the basement!" You called out to her.

"Okay,
don't be too long on that game system now," and with that you
heard her foot steps go up the stairs.

"Good
night honey," your father said.

"Night!"

You
continued to play until a cut-scene blinked on. You paid attention,
watching a video you didn't remember seeing, not even on the
internet. You raised a brow and continued to watch as Dante was
destroying the scythe wielding demons with Rebellion-- his sword.

He
sheathed it and took out both Ebony and Ivory, spinning the two
pistols on his fingers then aiming straight, from your point of view
he was aiming was straight at you.

Dante
smirked and pulled the triggers, the bullets shattered the glass.

"Holy
shit, that looks real- Wait a minute..." your eyes widened as
the glass on the TV fell on the carpeted floor, the image of Dante
still visible on the screen. The bullet was coming straight towards
you.

You
weren't even able to react before the bullet hit you straight on the
forehead, sending you a few feet back. Your eyes rolled to the back
of your head as you shut your eyelids over them, your whole world
becoming black.

Third
Person P.O.V.

A
tall buff man wearing a red trench coat continued slashing at the
demons surrounding him in the narrow alleyway. He grinned, just doing
his normal job as more began to appear. Suddenly a bright flash of
light brightened the area, blinding him for a few seconds. He looked
at the direction of which the light had come from.

A
young girl lay on the ground motionless. The man swiftly turned
around, aiming straight into a demon's head before it had tried to
attack him. He decided to take care of the rest of the demons before
investigating the young girl.

Finally,
when the last demon was defeated he strolled towards the body of the
girl, drawing out one of his guns. He got to her side, aiming the gun
straight at her. He examined her figure and his gaze stopped at one
spot, her forehead. A bullet was pierced right into it. Strangely
enough her chest was still rising, she was still breathing.

Suddenly,
the bullet in her forehead bounced off and the wound caused by the
blow was slowly healing.

"What...the
hell?" he asked himself. She didn't appear to look like a demon,
looked like just an ordinary human. He sighed and put away his gun,
he lifted her up in his arms bridal style, finally deciding to bring
her back home, Devil
May Cry.

*Author's Note: Err, yeah, that's it
for the first chapter. I think the other chapters will be longer, but
we'll wait and see, 'cause I haven't even read them yet........ So,
enjoy, and if I know you from the last story I edited and put on
here, it's great to see you, please stay for the rest of the
chapters!

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